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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.

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Oct 2 03: gone again

It only took ten years, but I crossed the final threshhold and became an official New Yorker today. I got into a (very brief) shouting match with a total stranger. This sweet-looking old man: he was one of the many complete idiots who take it upon themselves to feed Hell’s Kitchen’s pigeon population, thereby insuring more filth, more vermin, more rats eating the leftovers, more increased asthma rates among local kids, more nasty bacteria in the ubiquitous layer of guano. I tried to explain that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, and this sweet-looking grandfatherly type looked at me and said “YOU’RE NOT THE SHERIFF! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? KEEP ON WALKING!”

Much to my astonishment, a moment later I realized that I was yelling right back. I got a grip and continued on to work.

Hoo boy.

Okay, early early tomorrow morning I’m off to Vegas, again. Bob’s getting married. No, not in Vegas: it’s time for another bachelor party. I worry that the organizers of this one intend a debauch on a rather grander scale than the last one. Please don’t make me go to the jiggle bars, mommy.

Ere I leave, though, I heard a really funny joke today. Ready?

Q.Why does a chicken coop have only two doors?: A. Because if it had four doors, it would be a chicken sedan.

Ahh ha haa haa haaa haa haaaa! Man, that kills me. Whoooo.

Okay, I have to go pack now. Then I think I’ll go sleep. Or possibly just yell at some more old people.

Commentary

Such an uncharacteristic moment! Perhaps you’ve been hanging around me for too long?

posted by pablo, Oct 4 03 7:11 PM

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